Breaking the Habit

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

Glass Field

When you were small,
We had the privilege of running on fields of grass,

When we grow older,
The wonderful fields of grass turns to glass,

Well, thats not all,
There is no more grass to break our fall,
Now its glass.......

We don't have any choice but to walk on,
Feel our skin being torn,
A new life is reborn,

Many people don't understand,
So please take my hand,
I am afraid,
Not of being dead,
But else.....being betrayed.

Worries

Worries cuts like a knife,
Worries sometimes destroys life,

Looking back through our life....... thinking, how can we survive,
Just want to get away and have a dive.

Sometimes we have to put away the doubts in life,
The things we do gives us a new hope in life.

Now lets think back,
Think back into our past life..........
Step by step back in time,

When you are back in time,
think about this rhyme,
change....and everything will be fine.......